#loki-variant reader

You let out a sigh of relief.

In foreign lands, who wouldn't be happy to see someone friendly? Peter Parker got under your skin most of the time, but he's one of the only few Avengers you didn't hate. You also immediately connected the dots — if there's Peter, you were on Midgard, a place you have been to a lot of times because of Loki.

"What's going on? Didn't you like, die last year?"

"No, that was Loki," you corrected, loosening the grip on your knife.

"No, I'm pretty you both died."

"Gods never really die," you said mysteriously, not wanting to explain how Loki stole the Tesseract and weaseled his way out of this mess. Your words had the intended effect on him, whose mouth fell open like a baby who's been shown card tricks for the first time.

"But how am I here?" you wondered, shivering against the cold. "I was literally winning the argument against Mobius and now I'm in this dump of a planet, no offense."

"None taken. Er, listen I might know something about that."

You groaned. "What did you do now? Are we in another world catastrophe?"

"It's more of an intergalactic problem," he said, pointing to the door behind him, something you haven't noticed before.

Turns out, you were currently standing in the dumpster behind some sort of unused laboratory. Or that's what you assumed by the hazard pictogram on the metal anyway.

Hesitating, you followed the boy inside. He muttered under his breath about something or the other, but you were too distracted to make out the words.

"There are some new faces by the way," he said, sounding exhausted.

Finally stepping into the light, you saw that it indeed was a laboratory, but it definitely wasn't empty. Ned and MJ were people you instantly recognized, but there were two more men — one in a labcoat and another in casual attire.

"Y/N!" MJ smiled, which made you soften inside. It wasn't everyday that someone was happy to see you. "Peter, c'mon did the multiverse thing bring her here too?"

"I think so?" he said, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, meet Y/N everyone."

The one you assumed to be the oldest just gave you a sympathetic smile, as if he could see how confused and worried you were inside. Nice guy, you decided.

The Labcoat looked up from whatever solution he was brewing, web-shooters pointing straight at you already. Not so nice.

"She's friendly, we know her," Peter said quickly, the one who was still standing next to you. You remained unaffected by Labcoat's hostility and decided to clear some things up.

"Wait, wait they're your variants?" you were excited. It wasn't every day you met others of your kind.

"Kind of?"

His hesitation made you raise an eyebrow. "And I'm here because someone tampered with the multiverse?"

"Possibly," he nodded grimly.

"That someone being you?"

"It wasn't his fault!" Labcoat Peter said sharply, though he did lower his hands.

"Charmed to meet you too," you said, tilting your head to one side. "What are you people trying to do anyway?"

"There are monsters we need to cure—" the youngest Peter's voice was cut off by Labcoat.

"Don't tell her the plan, she looks suspicious." He almost sounded like a protective brother, which you found interesting.

You did a quick scan of his face. Kind eyes, but tired ones. He's been pushing himself for the last many years, you could see that. Why he had marked you as untrustworthy was yet to be known, but it wasn't the most unusual thing to happen that day.

"I'm literally the nicest person ever," you shrugged, sitting down on an empty chair.

"Is that why you have a knife?"

"Three knives," you corrected. "Plus one switchblade."

"Okay, we're not fighting when we have things to do," the oldest Peter said, gesturing to all the different books before him. "And you look cold, do you want a blanket or something? I can look around—"

"I'm fine," you interrupted. "I'd rather have a ticket out of this place and you mortals clearly need my help."

You were about to take a bottle of acetone, but webs knocked it out of your hands. Unsurprised, you glared at Labcoat. It was clear that you wouldn't get anything done if he's still being like this.

"I don't care who you think you are," you said angrily, standing up. "But you should think twice before getting on the bad side of a witch and a god."

"You're a god?" Just for a second, he looked genuinely surprised. It definitely caught him off guard. You smiled.

"God is just a title, witch is what you should watch out for," you said, snapping your fingers.

The bottle instantly flew out of his reach and came back to your waiting fingers. That little show did render him speechless, making you oddly proud inside.

"Right so, uh, now that's done, here's our plan," the youngest Peter said, spreading a chart over the table.

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Their idea was well thought out, which also mean it was very boring.

You almost drifted off to sleep while Peter was lecturing on how to make the cures. Being a Loki and convincing others that you wanted to be helpful was no small feat, especially when there seemed to be someone who wanted to see you fail.

But as much as Labcoat Peter was annoying, he was also the one who did his part first, meaning your target of the plan should be him.

Of course you had a plan, you're a Loki. You were not exactly concerned with the well-being of Midgard. Interested? Yes. Not so much worried. You had more pressing issues, none of which could be addressed if you're stuck here.

"Hello," you said smoothly, sliding your seat next to him. Labcoat looked up, suddenly wary.

"I won't do it," he said plainly.

"I didn't say anything—"

"You're obviously in need of something. Why else would you stick around on Earth?" he asked, as though it was clear as the water in front of him.

"Peter's my friend."

"Acquaintances is a better word. If expect me to believe you care about him, then you must think I'm not the smartest."

You frowned. It might have been your fault to underestimate him but that didn't mean you were going to give up. You decided to take a different approach. Heroes were always easily persuadable.

"Fine," you sighed, folding your hands. "I do wanna go back. Is that so bad?"

"If you care about going back more than fixing this, that makes you dangerous," he recited off, taking a solution even though you knew it was ready.

"You're stupid if you think I need a reason to be dangerous," you smiled, leaning your head against your hand and looking up at him. Your playfulness only made him seem more tired.

"Alright then," he said, giving in. "If you're so powerful, what do you want? Why can't you just spin and vanish to wherever you wanna go in a puff of green smoke?"

"Because I don't know where the TVA is," you replied, a little impatiently. "I need a temp pad to go back and it's not something I can make in two seconds."

"And you think I'll make it?" He sounded so amused that you knew he won't agree to it so easily.

You thought for a bit before speaking. "TVA is ruining my life. All Lokis' lives actually. You're a variant of a Peter Parker. You don't know what it's like for us.

You get to be a hero in every universe. What would you do if you spend your whole life running and came to realize that the dumb choices you did weren't your fault but some idiots calling themselves the Time-Keepers?"

"What?"

"You got to be good. I didn't have a choice," you said sharply. "I'd rather go back to my own universe and see my mom, my cat, and my plant — gods, did anyone even water the plant? And you know how long it's been since I've had the pancakes made by my brother?"

"Where are you going with this?" He interrupted, angrily meeting your eyes.

"You can go back home," you whispered, showing just a crack of vulnerability. Just enough that he visibly softened. "I can't. Not ever. The least I can do is burn down TVA and any gods who think they can take away free will. I just need the temp pad and I swear I'll go my own way."

"I haven't even heard of temp pad before! You can't expect me to make it!" he said defensively.

"You're smart and I'll help," you said, your voice suddenly excited. "Please?"

He sighed, making you properly smile. Heroes were always easily persuadable, especially if you made them think they were saving you.

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"Where were you?" MJ asked, seeing you walk back into the laboratory half an hour later.

"Had to take care of something," you winked, then threw a glass rod to Labcoat. He caught it easily, not even looking up from what he was working on.

"This is too short," he said, then instantly added, "nevermind, I'll take care of it."

"What are you guys working on?" the youngest Peter asked, removing his glass goggles. "I thought you finished the cures."

"I did, this is just something for Y/N- AHA!" Labcoat Peter jumped up, and you almost expected him to start tap dancing. "Finally!"

"Is it done?" you asked, alarmed. "Already?"

"I think so, I've done all you told me, and now the chip's properly installed." He showed the small rectangle device, making you almost scream with joy yourself. Just as you were about to reach for it, he raised it over his head.

You groaned. "What now?"

"You are not walking off into the sunset while the rest of us needs help," he said, pointing to the laboratory. "You know magic. If anything goes wrong, it's good to have a god for backup."

"I thought I was suspicious."

"No, you're just annoying. I promise I'll give you the temp pad after this mess is over."

"Or I can just kill—" you stopped when you saw the youngest Peter was staring. No matter how grown-up he may be, he still looked like a wound puppy, or more specifically, like a kid whose parents are always fighting. You also remembered how he just lost his aunt.

"Fine," you muttered bitterly.

"Great!" MJ clapped her hands. "Do we start looking for the monsters now? Are all loose ends tied up nice and tight?"

"Actually, there's still Mr. Strange," the youngest Peter said, frowning. "I did trap him in the mirror dimension but I'm pretty sure he can't stay there for long."

"Don't worry about that, I took care of it," you said quickly.

"You did?" the oldest Peter asked, astonished.

"Why did you think I disappeared a while ago? I knew Stephen was the only one no one thought of so I kinda went ahead and did my own thing. Closed the portals for 24 hours. You're welcome."

"I thought you were out to get glass rods," Ned said, confused.

"I just picked it up from the trashcans on my way back." You shrugged. Everyone still looked surprised. "Seriously? Me helping without any strings attached is such a new concept?"

"It is, but we'll take about that later," Labcoat Peter said shrewdly. "And are we sure that the sorcerer Strange is such a liability? What if we need him?"

"Pfft, we won't," youngest Peter said, waving it off.

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ONE HOUR LATER

"Uh, I think we need Mr. Strange!" he yelled, looking at the sky.

You followed his lead, then immediately wished you hadn't. There seemed to be purple clouds, which wouldn't be alarming if there weren't thousands of silhouettes adorned among them, as if the stars are transforming into millions of people.

You gulped, knowing most of them were probably unfriendly.

"We need to stop this messed up spell now," you yelled, eyes trained on the approaching madness.

"CALL BACK STRANGE!" Labcoat Peter yelled. "Open the portals and bring him back!"

"How the hell do I do that— he's going to be there for 24 hours!"

"Do you want the temp pad or not?"

You bit down your lips, something you did whenever you had to make a choice between what was good for you versus what was good for everyone else.

"Give me the temp pad first," you demanded, holding out your hand.

"No, I'm not stupid," he said, stepping closer.

Cursing, you closed your eyes, trying to think of any incantation which would work, something to break the protective charm you had placed over the mirror dimension. If you somehow did that, Stephen could easily find his own way back.

You decided on a simple reversible spell, one that wasn't too complicated to do or remember. Clapping your hands together, you drew upon the power from any source you could — the air, the earth, the smell of apple trees a mile away — anything and everything you could connect with.

"Now," you whispered, lowering yourself and touching the ground with your hand.

Green smoke peaked out of the pebbles, then a glass-shattering sound echoed through the plane, one that was so strong that everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. You tried to help, but all it seemed to do was bring a ringing to everyone's ears.

"What the hell happened?" an unfamiliar voice said, making you turn in shock. A man in a long red cape was looking upon your small group with exasperated eyes.

"Mr. Strange!" the youngest Peter yelled, running forwards to hug him.

Stephen frowned at this gesture of affection and you would have laughed, but you had more pressing issues at hand. You turned to your Peter.

"Give me the temp pad, Labcoat," you said sharply, pointing at his hand.

"Labcoat? That's worse than Webhead," he scoffed, though he did seem entertained. Too entertained actually.

"I did what you asked!" you snapped. "Now hand it over."

"I said I'll give it to you after you're done with the fight," he said, holding the device close to his heart. "And you're going back to your home, not TVA. Go back to your family and land of pancakes."

"No," you gritted your teeth, angry and exhausted after the spell you just did.

You pounced, trying to get it off his annoyingly sticky fingers. He clawed at it with force, and the two of you were literally wrestling over a device while the universe was falling apart. Not your best moment.

"Let it go," you warned. "I'm saying this one last time, let it go."

"No!" he yelled.

"Then we're doing this my way," you whispered triumphantly, then pressed the button on its screen, the one that had the coordinates of where you needed to be.

Then all turned to dust.

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Pure darkness greeted you when you opened your eyes. You stood up, lighting the nearest lantern with magic, and saw that you were in a cellar of some kind.

"Where the hell am I?" Labcoat Peter yelled, jumping up from the floor at the sudden light.

"Welcome to TVA!" you said smugly. "I told you to let go."

"Huh," he stood up, looking around. "TVA's smaller than I imagined."

"Well, we're obviously in some kind of basement, I just need to find a way out." You squinted your eyes. "Wait, why are you not freaking out?"

"Hm?" He turned to you with a smile he had clearly lost trying to fight. "Oh, that's because we're in Tessa's cafe. In the cellar actually."

"What?"

"See," he pointed to the boxes in the corner, the ones that had a large 'T' printed on their sides. "I recognize the logo."

You were only more confused. "You've been to TVA before?"

He laughed, a full booming laugh that made you want to strangle him. "We're not in TVA, Your Highness."

A god doesn't usually go speechless, but that's sort of what happened with you. Saying "no" repeatedly under your breath, you went to the door, trying to force it open.

"The temp pad didn't work?" you yelled all the while you were pulling at the handle. "Why the fuck didn't it work?"

"Because I don't know how to make a fudging temp pad!" he said, still amused. "I'm smart, but not enough to literally make a portal through universes. I made a random gadget so you would stick around and help us."

"You did what?"

"I don't know how we're back at my universe though. My best bet is Stephen took care of it and fixed the spell. See, I knew he'd be useful!"

You were fuming.

No really, you could feel the anger coursing through your veins, burning everything from the inside out.

"I'm. Stuck. In. Your. Fucking. Universe?"

"With me!" he added joyfully. "Now I know it won't be as good as your pancakes but Tessa's has some excellent coffee. C'mon, it's my treat."

He used his webs to pull the door open, then casually walked past you, oblivious to your glares.

You followed him reluctantly because there wasn't much you could do. After the entire mess in Midgard, coffee didn't sound so bad. You could always just kill him later.

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